Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

We Credit Most Our Sight; One Eye Doth Please Our Trust Farre More Than Ten Eare-witnesses.

Love Is A Circle That Doth Restless Move In The Same Sweet Eternity Of Love.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.